The laughing yogini: Suzy Nece keeps it loose, and deep, at Manhattan Beach’s Yoga Loft
Suzy Nece and her daughter Izzy at Yoga Loft in Manhattan Beach. Photo One by one they arrive in flip-flop-clad feet, wearing loose shirts and carrying yoga mats under their arms. Some are older and graying and possess the creaky backs and various bumps and dents that with time accrue on a human body. Others are middle aged, still mildly athletic, but with a slight hitch in their gait — a blown knee here, an arthritic hip there, or perhaps an overall tightness from the combination of the commute, the cubicle, and the next mortgage payment. Then there are the most common of South Bay yogis, young women, pony-tailed, donning brightly colored yoga pants, toned arms swinging so loosely that just unrolling their mats serves as a lesson in yoga for the uninitiated. In the lobby, a tall man in his early 40s is signing up for his first class. The paperwork includes a liability waiver. “Congratulations,” says a woman with intense blue eyes and flowing brown hair, grinning from behind the counter. “You’ve just bought yourself a yoga studio.” The man says he has never done yoga and has his doubts. This was his wife’s idea, he says. He can’t touch his toes. “Well, you were mentally flexible…
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